Luyện nghe bài hát Arc Of Time (Time Code)

You can make a
Carve it into
a feather falling
It is unknown

the clock speaks up
Says time to go
You could choose the
Or the road

You might your fist
You fork your tongue
As you curse or
All the things done

And the move
And the music
As we over
On the arc of

So you your love
Like a dove
In the cage of night

Every star is
By thoughts
That and then collide

And twist like sheets
Till you fall
And they finally

a black balloon
It's a dream you'll soon

I hear if you make
With Christ
You will get up
From that outline

And then you'll get up
And dress in white
All to your place
In his chorus

And then in you'll
those marching drums
In a compromise

No whiskey slurs
No more blonde haired
For your whole life

And you'll do the
was choreographed
At the very dawn of

Singing, I you son
The day would
You would die, you'd die, die, you'd die

You would die, you'd die, you'd die, die
You would die, you'd die, die, you'd die
You die, you'd die, you'd die

To the deepest
Of the human
The of death expands

we crack the code
We always known
But could understand

On a board
We will be born
Again, again, again,

And again, again, again,
And again, again, again,
And again, again,